The nights grow warmer
while I grow colder.
It's harder to breathe
the more I let this smolder.
Trying to buy some time
to let this heart begin to beat.
The torment I put it through
could only lead to a devastating defeat.
I should have just let you go
but that just wouldn't be me.
The pain has become a comfort
it's beginning to bleed.
Can you feel it?
Can you even see it?
My mask is wearing thin
covering less and less each day.
I need to learn to try
to shed some of this weight.
